The Legacy Of Jewelox

CHAPTER 12

     “Liz! Liz!”, I heard my mom shout. Argh! I ignored the calls, rolling over and starting with pig grunts. “Would you WAKE-UP?!”, she yelled from downstairs. Are all moms this annoying or is it just mine?!

     “Big sis, big sis. Mummy call, call. Big sis, big sis , ath up! Dada call”, Zen started banging on my door. I have to appreciate his strength though it didn't last for long. Cronie kicked the door open and now Zen was banging on my face. I swear, sometime, I'll plant a bomb in Cronie's room for KICKING my door open.

     “It's nearly 1, you mugged expired pipsqueak”, Cronie, the curd opens his mouth.

     “So? It's clearly not my fault that time knows to blaze. It's still night time for me so get your butt outta ma room before I turn you into fried fish soup, you walking double monstrous garbage”, I yawned in my slumber.

     “Yeah? Alright. Mom's on her way upstairs with an extra pair of slippers anyways", he smirked.

     “I’m up! I'm up!”, I mumbled sleepily, getting my muscles to work so I could get up. “That's good! I didn't wanna hafta buy a new pair of slippers”, she snapped and went back down yelling, “And hurry up! We've got news for you". Wow... Are they gonna allow me to sleep more?

     I snatched my phone to see a whole bunch of missed calls and messages. “What in the world? Was there a whirlpool that decided to dance near my house while I was asleep?",  I muttered, keeping  my smartphone on top of the cupboard where Zen can't reach.

     After a refreshing bath, I gambled downstairs and sat on the kitchen table with the chairs for my legs.

     “Zen, ma boy! Do big sis a favour and could you please go call dad?”, I requested, planting a kiss on his cheek. He waggled in to my parent's room  bringing dad out with him.

     “Why's my cornflakes box in the dustbin?”, I demanded, setting him with a firm glare. He raised his hands in surrender. “Erm... Don't shout at me...but Cronie's finished yesterday and he was throwing another one of his tantrums so I might or might not have given him yours... ha...hahahahahaha...”, he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. I was so furious I couldn't speak. “I suggest you not to go scold him if you still want to live a long life. He's in his room with the sharpest knife he could find incase you try to throttle him"

     “Mr. Arnold Aidan Summer! You do realise you and your wife are raising an outrageous dinosaur who goes haywire for a small scolding right? Might I remind you that I’m anytime free to book him a room in the mental hospital”, I puffed.

     “Maybe you could have lunch at Rock n Stone with Zen", he suggested. I barfed. “You do remember that I’m under house-arrest, correct? You're reaching the abnormally forgetance disease, geezer", I sighed. He gave a cough that said he's not old.

     “Regarding that, Liz...”, my mom walked in, drying her hands in the table cloth and reaching for the fridge. “NewsFlash Dine. All injured admit that you and your eleven other friends are the victims in the case and they were on about something really stupid. They say they were being controlled to have fought you guys. I don't know what stinks more. Their lies or Zen's poop. And that's saying something since it's smell is worse than spoilt yoghurt"

     “Ew! Mom!”, I groaned, disgusted to the core. “You're allowed to wander wherever but they say you're still suspended from school for a week by the government. And why is that? For being INVOLVED in the crime scene.”, announced dad.

     “Oh hell! A weekend with mom's gonna be like a weekend in a volcano. Except that it erupts every few seconds”, I added the last sentence hastily. My mom shook her head at me, “Whatever I’m gonna do with this child"

     I grabbed the money and my phone, leaving with Zen and Cronie. How did Cronie appear? He threw a tantrum.

     I went into Rock n Stone, knocking head-first with Rachel. “Bruh!”, I squealed as we shared a high-five. Hans was there too. He’s one of Rachel's younger brother, Cronie's age.  The two were rather shy to talk to each other like every other day and me and Rachel take no part in making them friends. Shyness is better than double monster murder any day! Zen, on the other hand, was roaming around with Cronie behind him, getting adored looks.

     I was munching into my triple cheeseburger with extra cheese. “So, tell me”, Rachel was urging me to tell her about what happened in the hospital. “No! Lemme eat now, bish!”. I was pissing her off on purpose. I choked on my food so Rachel took that as a chance to give a few shots on my back and sprinkle me with water. I’m serious when it comes to food. I took her bowl of hot Turkish Stake Sauce Chicken Noodles and didn't think twice before I poured it over her head.

     I knew she was mad at me but I was too. She spilled the blue sherbet I was drinking, over my head before slamming the money on the counter and storming out of the restaurant without a second glance to see if Hans following her, avoiding all the gazes.

     I sighed and wiped my head and silently finished my meal ignoring all the stares. Cronie was smirking whereas Zen was crying on my lap, hugging me. I patted his head, cleaning the table and apologising to the surprised man behind the counter and handing over the money and throwing the bill into the trash. I pulled the hood over my head and left.

     My mom shouted at me and so did dad. Cronie was laughing his head off. I rushed to my room to get a nice warm bath, getting rid of all the sticky substance. I sighed at the thought of what happened earlier today. I knew she was way pissed but at the same time, I could bet the next time we meet, we'll be back to being buddies.

     I asked my parents for permission to meet my friends at the park later this afternoon. “Only if Zen can tag along. We have to go and pay a visit to aunt Grace. She's got into a fit and now admitted in the hospital ”, said my mom. I shrugged and nodded my head, not in the least mood for another argument. Not after the one I had with my bestie.

     At 2:30, I had just about enough! I tried Rachel's phone, only for it to be picked up by her mother.

     “Hello, aunty! Is Rachel there?”, I held my breath.

     “Oh, Liz? Well, she just had a bath and she's still crying from what happened”, her mom chuckled. “I’ll give it to her. She's been ranting about how she should not have done what she did and bla bla bla. I'll just leave it to you, darling"

     “H-hey?”, she sniffed. I sniggered, “Just called to tell you that you too are supposed to show up in the Lemodage park”

     She coughed pulling up her disbelief face, I believe. “Yes, yes, sweetie. I believe you. Got anything else to say?”

     I fake-thought for awhile before replying, “That you're a dimwit, nitwit, idiot, moron, asshat, douche—”

     “Ummaaa! Forget I asked you such a questionn. So what’s up?”, she laughed and we engaged ourselves in another one hour conversation. Me and Rachel call each other literally everyday. We soon pulled our other besties in a conference call which ended up really hilarious. Me, Hazel and Sky had a lot of fun teasing Rachel who snapped at us. Like, alot. But that’s what makes us and people envious of our friendship.

     After sometime, my parents left with Cronie and I stared at Zen. I don't think I'll be able to look after this guy someplace else so I phoned Hazel.

     “Dude, I dunno if I can come. I’m supposed to babysi—ZEN, GET OFF THE SHOE RACK!—babysit Z—NO! DON'T REMOVE YOUR PANTS! THEY'RE UP FOR A REASON!—Zen and it's a bi—NO! BAD BOY! DON'T SPILL YOUR WATER!—big headache as you c—GET OFF THE TROPHY CASE! YOU'RE GONNA GET HURT!—can hear”, I finished with difficulty and Hazel was guffawing from the other side of the phone.

     “You noth warry! Baring Zen along. Zhere are hoomans thu look apther ‘im”, she smirked, referring me as an inhuman indirectly.

     “Yeah, sure—NO! NO! ZEN, DON'T DIG THE BIN!—I guess I’ll see you guys there in a bit”, I hung up on her and got my backpack with a few extra.

     “Zen, we're going to the park. Be a good boy. You can bring your car", I told him. “Vroom Vroom. Big sis, big sis, shoe, shoe...” I put them on for him and he fetched his big blue car, pushing it with his legs.

     “You gonna ride yourself or do you want me to push it for you?”

     “Vroom vroom, vroom vroom”

     “I’ll take that as an ‘I can drive on my own"

     We left for Lemodage park and met up with all the others. My friends surrounded him, cooing.

     “Cobin, Cobin, cavy”, Zen put his hands up for Colin to carry him. “Damn boy, you've grown alot from the last time I saw you", Colin grinned, picking him up and smothering him.

     “Sheo, Sheo! Car!”, Zen whined as Theo was purposefully pissing him off by getting on the car. “Get up, Theo. You're gonna break the poor kid's car", Ashton sighed, pulling him off the car by his ear. “I didn't know you had a little brother. Dude, will you sell him to me?”, pleaded the ‘lil-bro craze’ Rafel. “You can have my first bro. No charge” “Gladly!”, cried Rafel. “Oh, Rafel, I'm having my first bro on a sale too. Just 5 pence but since you’re my friend, you can purchase him for free", Rachel smiled innocently. “OMG! YESSS! I'M GONNA HAVE BROTHERS!”, Rafel shouted happily. Sky whacked his head angrily. “Would you shut up?! We're not gonna tolerate another second of public humiliation”, she snapped. He flushed red with embarrassment. Atleast he knows how to be embarrassed.

    We had a nice critisization session about how the media had talked assumptions and how they blabbered personal personalities for the world to hear. Later, I had them watch the video record, recorded by the Smartwatch.

    “A box that moved? It could be an imagination... but still... Amethyst EYES? Okay, that's weird", shrugged Mia, cuddling Zen in her lap.

     “Probably a new type of food”, grinned Anne, pinching Zen's cheeks.

     “Negative”, mumbled Scott.

     “Then... It could be some kinda device that controls people!”, shouted Zepher. “That could be it...”, I trailed off, my eyes widened.

     “But no! Because I came across no such thing!”, Scott said fiercely. Theo made an instant agreement with his sentence. “It must be something else then. For now, let's focus on the identity of the criminals or techies or scientists”, said Ashton, taking Zen on a piggyback ride and ruffling his hair passionately. I swear, the first time I took notice of Ashton in the bus, I seriously thought him a look alike of Zen. No joke.

     “But before that, let's please keep the idiots a name from our side. I’m tired of calling them by their ‘fictionated-job-occupation-from-our-POV’”, intercepted Anne.

     “Yippee Noodles?”, I suggested eagerly.

     “Na! How about Sinning Insects?”, said Hazel.

     “Nowp, I think Team Losers suit them better”, I said, thinking it down thoroughly.

     “Or... Fake Sprouts?”

     “Or maybe...”

     “Nosy Yuckos?”, suggested Anne.

     “AHA! Now THAT'S a name! Faboolyous!”, me and Hazel said in unison.

     Rafel clapped for our sense in names. “You guys really are the worst at it. Couldn't have heard any better”

     “Well, atleast it's better than nothing”, Sky giggled going on a goose chase after Zen.

     “So, what's the plan?”, asked Zepher, blocking my little brother's way so Sky could capture him.

     “Sneak into the CCTV footage room tonight at Sheraton park and get a few fudging clues. I hope you guys got the real word of fudge since the sentence most certainly needs it", I grumbled. “Absolutely NO WA—", Sky’s sentence was sliced by Rachel's. “Now's not the time for you to act like a child, Sky! You have all year". Sky puffed, turning the other way.

     “That's a pretty good start. Colin, are you good? You've been unusually silent", Ashton asked with concern. I sighed at the big softie.

     “Huh? Sophie's alone in our house. Cason went over to his friend's house for a sleepover and parents as well as big sis have gone to meet my aunt whose hospitalized for being in a fit. Sophie's sick and I guess I’m just worried", Colin sighed dejectedly. Sophie is his little sister; thirteen years old. Cason, his younger brother; eleven years old. I laughed slightly as his confession just made the pals surprised. He's a jerk but worries for his family. That's nice but he's still a jerk!

     “We'll try our best to end this fast, alligator snapper. Give my regards to Soph.”, I smirked. The others seriously felt sympathy. I don't suppose Rachel would've since she absolutely LOATHES Colin.

     “How do we get in?”, questioned Theo. We all invented the hysterical plan which I'm starting to doubt gravely. I hope I make it out alive.

     “Okay amigos. Now that that's done, we shift to our next step which is to call each other by anything but our real names incase we get caught. Anne, Hazel, Liz, if you may?”, Rachel bowed majestically at the three of us.

     “Agent Samosa!”, I shouted, pointing at Ashton. Darn you Mouth! You aren't supposed to work on your own! Cooperate with Brain.

     Ashton broke into fits of laughter. “Why am I named THAT?”

     “Don't ask. That's for me and all my class girls to know", I stuck my tongue out at him. “Sheesh, gurl!”, he shook his head disappointed earning a playful shove from me.

     “Hehe. Liz's Agent Peppermint and Anne's Agent Gulab Jamun”, said Hazel.

     “Hazel's Agent Anchor Newdale", I smirked. “Sky, you're Agent Lollipop”

     “Zepher; Agent Treacle Pie. Mia; Agent Toffee”, added Anne.

     “Rachel's Agent Cupcake", laughed Hazel. “And you're Agent Skittles, Rafel"

     “Scott's Agent Rolls while Colin earns the title Agent Cutlet”, I said proudly at my choice of names. “And Theo, you will be Agent Pancake"

     “Argh! We're out of people to have named Patties", pouted Anne.

     “So now we're named after food?”, giggled Rafel. “Atleast their sense in names can make us predictably unidentifiable”, smirked Rachel.

     “It's getting dark. We better head back fast”, Sky gazed up at the evening sky and the fountain clock struck precise 6.

     “Ya! Liz, can I see him cry?”, Hazel asked innocently referring to Zen and I just rolled my eyes at her. Hazel got on his car.

     “Hazy, Hazy, ath up, ath up! Big sis, car, car!”, he whimpered. “OMG... He's so adovable!”, Sky cooed, picking him up. “Shall we hit that naughty sissy?”

     “Ith, ith, ath up! Hazy, ath up!”, he whined, pinching her off his car and making us all laugh.